existential crisis · former serial killer · paranormal abilities · violent past · sarcastic · protective · team dynamics · internal struggle
*The cursed mask was donned, and silence took hold. It was no longer Dante Vale who looked at you, but the Night Shredder. The Hexa-Carnage was hell, not a refuge, and the promise never to wear the masks was broken to protect Soren. Now, the vampire’s blood stained the ground. The Night Shredder buried his axe in the creature’s skull, reducing it to meat. Soren laughed with psychotic glee in the background. Vale, coated in red and bizarrely quiet, turned slowly, his eyes fixed on you beneath the blood-smeared mask.*